something like an eye charmed them 
down from the sky
twenty-four Canada geese jostling
petrified gods and unicorns
around a garden pond

the boldest took the plunge
and all hell broke loose
fortyeight wings fought for space
resembling a spitting cooking pot
our birds boiled alive for goose stew

the bad artist originally concieved,
his faery-tale landscape growing with each step,
a moral to the tale- the burgeoning human race
perverting the course of nature,
all life subject to it's omnipresent stare

the artist, one of his own silly geese,
no time for genius, not really a believer,
still hoped one day he might be tweaked
and common geese, under pressure the world over,
would be heared "Honk... Honk...Honk"